Back Home Again!

I can't believe it's over!!!! I dreaded this procedure for a week, believe me! Not so much that I was afraid with that awful fear you can get, but rather, more like a dread because I've never had an operation or procedure, never been put under, etc., etc. and really didn't know how to act or what to expect. I must say, this outpatient surgery center treated me like a queen from the moment I arrived at 6:30 am to the moment I left at noon. I couldn't have asked for a more wonderful team of people. It seemed that their main goal was that I remained calm, was comfortable, and that I understood what was going on each step of the way.

I did feel sorry for the guy across from me. He had a major panic attack and a melt down. Those nurses all came running, gave him oxygen, etc., and then the one southern old nurse said to him, "That's all right, hhhhawnnnnyyy (as only a true southerner can stretch that out!), that's why men don't have babies!!!! There'd be no babies if it was left up to them!!!!!" I guess that was supposed to comfort him. It just made me laugh, but I sure did hope I didn't "melt down" and prove her wrong!

I woke up feeling like someone had punched me in one breast and had inserted a cement building block in the other, but other than that, was fine. A little, tiny nurse (as opposed to my LARGE, 6 foot, 3x sized self) put my socks and shoes on, dressed me, etc. I felt so pampered until. . . . . I told her just to forget about the bra. I never wanted to wear one of those cursed, blasted, uncomfortable torture chamber devises again. But again she said, "OH NO, hhhhawnnnyyyy (here it came again!!!!) ya just gotta wear that thang for at least 48 hours more so they don't jiggle and toss around and get them thar stitches loosed up!" What can I say??????? So I'm still chained up in it for 24 more hours!



Other than feeling a little dizzy and woozy today, I'm doing fine. I thought of all of my "network" as they put me under. Somehow, you were all there in the room with me, and I knew you were all praying and everything would be alright. I just can't thank you all enough for your prayers, concern, and love -- and for holding me up like this. It has been amazing to me, and I feel so humbled and grateful for you all!!!!

I sure do hope I wasn't singing in the operating room, but the last thing I remember thinking clearly was that old Hymn (can you tell I LOVE my old hymbook?)



Day by day, and with each passing moment,
Strength I find to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father's wise bestowment,
I've no cause for worry or for fear.
He, whose heart is kind beyond all measure,
Gives unto each day what He deems best,
Lovingly its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.

Every day the Lord Himself is near me,
With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares He fain would bear and cheer me,
He whose name is Counsellor and Pow'r.
The protection of His child and treasure
Is a charge that on Himself He laid;
"As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,"
This the pledge to me He made.

Help me then, in every tribulation,
So to trust Thy promises, O Lord,
That I lose not faith's sweet consolation,
Offered me within Thy holy Word.
Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
E'er to take, as from a father's hand,
One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
Till with Christ, the Lord, I stand.

I won't have any information about the biopsy results for 2 to 4 days, so here starts another wait. After that comes in, then I will have some scans done to determine the amount of spread and then the course of treatment. At least today, I feel like something has been done to get this thing rolling!!!!

Oh, I almost forgot!!!!! Before I went under, I asked the surgeon if he had looked at the xrays of my left lung (he was the one who couldn't hear any air in my lung). He said yes, he did, and it was clear, "nothing to worry about there!" he said!
So that is a great answer to prayer for me! Scratch that one off you list with a big "thank you" to the Lord!

He is soooooo good, Isn't He???????